“Why? I have taken my bath already,” she refused, and I frowned.
“It’s not a request, slave. Take off your clothes and get into the tub,” I ordered.
The frown on her face deepened as she glared at me. It was obvious she wanted to refuse.
“Do you want to challenge my orders?” I asked with a challenging brow and noticed her frown deepen.
“Slaves don’t bathe with their masters,” Lisa whispered, and I scoffed. “Undress and get in.” I ordered again, and this time she went for the zipper of her gown.
My eyes were fixed on her as I watched her unzip the gown, pulling it off her shoulders and down to her stomach, revealing her boobs, which filled up the black lace bra she was wearing. My d**k jerked as I watched her step out of the gown and stand before me just in her undies. My eyes and hers
